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His big hand wrapped firmly around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin with ecstasy. “What’s my name, bitch?” he demanded, his voice a low, feral rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Alpha Kane!” I cried out, earning a satisfied nod from him. “Now fuck this bitch like you mean it!” Kane snapped with a loud growl; he pounded into me with relentless, savage, animalistic thrusts. He went deep and hard. Every brutal stroke nailed my prostate, sending white-hot pleasure shooting up my whole body. My cock slapped wetly against my abs, leaking steadily as he used me.

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Stretching her walls as I get past the knuckles and my hand is buried deep inside her. “There is my good little slut. How does it feel having my entire hand inside you. God this pussy is amazing.” I tell her as she thrusts back trying to take more. I think I’ve unlocked a new kink for her. “You like this don’t you?” I keep pumping my entire hand in and out of her sweet pussy. Her moans loud as she nods her head with total certainty.

“Would you like to have anything? Water, tea, coffee…” "No, please, I am not here for that. Have your seat back; we still have a whole lot to discuss and are just getting started.” I politely refused. I know she doesn’t have a lot, so I needed to save myself the trouble of listening to her go on about how she lacks one or two things to offer. Brianna sat down as she continued, “If we were to look at it, I think we should call it a kink, because there is no other explanation than this."

My cock was already dripping, aching for him "Have you done this before?", I asked him. "Not really". "Good, I'll make sure it's your best", I said and bit his ear he winced, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had craved him too much to be gentle. I spread his legs wider, positioning myself between them "Do you like being choked?", I asked. "Yes". Fuck this man is nasty, nasty! I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind My lips wandered from the side of his face desperate and hungry down to his neck. I bit and sucked every part of it, making sure I left very visible hickeys as I went.

The title, embossed in deep crimson, read *The Bondage Codex: A Victorian Manual of Restraint and Ecstasy*. “Tonight’s text is more demanding,” he said, voice low and smooth as he opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly as if alive. “It requires full physical compliance. The ink will bind you, and it grows tighter when you make sound. You will read the instructions aloud while I follow them precisely. Do not stop reading, no matter how desperate you become.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. “Yes, Mr. Thorne.” He guided me to an antique rolling library ladder fixed against one of the taller shelves. “Climb three steps and turn to face me. Arms raised and gripping the sides.”

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“Almost makes me feel bad about what I’m about to do.” Her head snapped over her shoulder, eyes wide. “What are you about to—” The sharp smack of my hand meeting her ass cut her off. She gasped, her whole body jerking against me. My palm stung lightly, and it itched for more when a red bloom spread across her skin. I never thought I’d be into this, but I was wrong. Katie Martinez was my kink. My fetish. Whatever she wanted, I would do for her. And having her draped over my lap willingly with a safe-word made me feel powerful.

Manipulative, testing how far he could push. The dominance: his voice commanding me to strip, to bend over the desk. Show me what you've been hiding. I'd complied, heart racing with excitement, but replaying it, I saw the isolation—the locked door, the late nights, pulling me into his world where no one else existed. And the USB cable, binding my wrists behind my back, rendering me helpless as he plunged his fingers into me, then his cock. Wet for your stepbrother? Dirty girl. I'd moaned, confessed my long-held desire, but was it desire or grooming? Had he been planting those seeds since we were teens, waiting for me to ripen?